Chapter 7 — Worthy People Are Never Afraid to Start Again

“I agree to everything.”

I changed into sterile surgical clothes and entered the operating room. As soon as they saw me appear, the doctors and nurses felt like their burden had been lifted. Everyone's eyes sparkled with hope.

"Doctor Manh, you're finally here. The patient's two heart valve defects are too serious, none of us dare to arbitrarily take the knife."

I nodded slightly, looking at the monitor next to the operating table. The patient's heart rate began to become erratic and his blood pressure dropped very quickly. The situation is truly extremely dangerous. My eyes stopped on the patient's chest. The mitral valve annulus and the aortic valve are both severely dilated, and valve function is almost completely lost. I immediately gave instructions.

"Alert the extracorporeal circulation team. Prepare valves No. 27 and No. 25."

Standing next to him, Tran Lo was still unwilling.

"Manh Kieu, this surgery must follow my plan. Given the patient's condition, the valve should not be replaced, just the valve needs to be repaired."

I didn't even bother to look up.

“So have you fixed it yet?”

Just one sentence made her face turn white, unable to say another word. I received the scalpel from the nurse. The fingertips were still steady, not shaking even a little bit.

“Clip the aorta, establish extracorporeal circulation.”

After taking out the old heart valve, I accurately measured the size of the valve ring and quickly sewed the artificial valve into place. Each stitch is precise, stable and decisive.

“Pump water to expel air, open the aorta.”

Following my every command, the patient's heart gradually started beating again. The line shown on the tracker also gradually stabilized. Five hours later. The surgery ended smoothly. I took off my mask and turned to instruct my assistant.

“After surgery, continue to monitor blood clotting function and adjust the dose of anticoagulants.”

Tran Lo stood in the corner. Her facial expression at this moment was no longer the word "unsightly" to describe. As soon as he stepped out of the operating room, Tham Ngon immediately approached. His voice was filled with tension.

“How's it going?”

I nodded tiredly.

“It was successful.”

Having finished speaking, I passed him and went straight to the operating room of the obstetrics department. Tham Ngon immediately chased after him.

"Manh Kieu, let's talk. This child can..."

“Impossible.”

I didn't stop and walked directly into the anesthesia room. Behind him, only Tham Ngon's choked cry full of regret could be heard. I rested for half a month. On the first day back to work, the hospital director invited me to his office. He personally poured me a cup of warm water and smiled and said:

"Doctor Manh, the surgery you performed that day was excellent. With the approval of the patient, who was also the provincial leader, the entire video of the surgery was posted on an academic platform. Many foreign hospitals paid attention and even offered to invite you to perform the surgery directly."

I smiled.

“Director, that's not going to do surgery.”

“That's going to fight fires.”

The director laughed.

"Tham Ngon really has no eyes. Such a good doctor can't keep it, in the end he lets Pho Nhan pick up the bargain."

"Even a good wife like that doesn't know how to appreciate, yet she values someone like that. Not only is he blind, he also has no heart."

Hearing that, I couldn't help but laugh. The director pushed a check towards me.

“This is one million yuan in service fees that Tham Ngon's hospital just transferred to. The hospital retains ten percent according to regulations, the remaining ninety percent belongs to you.”

I was stunned.

“Nine hundred thousand yuan... Director, is it too much?”

He shook his head solemnly.

“Not much.”

“That's the money you deserve.”

“Pho Nhan Hospital will not take the effort of any doctor.”

“Nor will it erase the work of any healthcare worker.”

"Whatever belongs to someone will be returned to that person."

Hearing those words, a warm feeling suddenly arose in my heart. In the past, because of Tham Ngon, I gave all the credit to him time and time again. The bonus money I risked my life to earn was also left to the hospital for him to take as an achievement. I always put him first in everything. But in his eyes, everything is obvious. He used my love and sacrifice as a stepping stone to trample me. As for what Pho Nhan gave me... Is respect. Is fair. The director looked at me and asked:

“As for the public apology... their side wants to negotiate to see if it can be canceled?”

I didn't hesitate at all.

“Impossible.”

I refused immediately.

“That's the debt they owe me.”

“You must pay.”

Three days later, Te Minh Hospital held a public apology. The large conference room is full of seats. Except for the doctors on duty, almost the entire hospital staff was present. Tham Ngon stood on the podium and spoke.